Breeds the Whig farmer and the Tory swain;
Brookes’ and St Alban’s boasts not, but, instead,
Stares the Red Ram, and swings the Rodney’s Head:-
Hither, with all a patriot’s care, comes he
Who owns the little hut that makes him free;
Whose yearly forty shillings buy the smile
Of mightier men, and never waste the while;
Who feels his freehold’s worth, and looks elate,
A little prop and pillar of the state.
Here he delights the weekly news to con,